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Fairy Adventures from Chronicles of Pantouflia By Andrew Lang

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262               THE GOLD OF FAIRNILEE.
loon, that ran away from the fighting. And since then Tarn has never been seen about the place. But the Laird's man, of Gala, knows them that say he was in Perth the last seven years, and not in Fairyland at all. But it was Fairyland he told me, and he would not lie to his own mother's half-brother's cousin."
Randal did not care much for the story of Tarn Hislop. A fellow who would let old Simon Grieve beat him could not be worthy of the Fairy Queen.
Randal was about thirteen now, a tali boy, with dark eyes, black hair, a brown face with the red on his cheeks. He had grown up in a country where everything was magical and haunted; where fairy knights rode on the leas after dark, and challenged men to battle. Every castle had its tale of Redcap, the sly spirit, or of the woman of the hairy hand. Every old mound was thought to cover hidden gold. And all was so lonely; the green hills rolling between river and river, with no men on them, nothing but sheep, and grouse, and plover. No wonder that Randal lived in a kind of dream. He would lie and watch the long: grass till it looked like a forest, and he thought he could see elves dancing between the green grass stems, that were like fairy trees He kept wishing that he, too, might meet the Fairy Queen, and be taken into that other world where everything was beautiful.
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